Bless Me, Father, For i Have Sinned

MP900431662 Let me state from the outset, I'm not Catholic, however, I attended three years of Catholic high school.  This post has absolutely nothing to do with religion.

I'm sure by now you've already heard about the new iPhone/iPad/iPod Touch app that allows you to confess electronically.  Before you take that stairway to heaven, I have one word of advice:


Do you think maybe there's a reason that confession was meant to occur in private, using the spoken word between the priest and the penitent?  There isn't a secretary present taking notes.  And before anyone mentions privilege, forget it.  This isn't about privilege.  Privilege isn't going to wash away (there I go again) the embarrassment when your most private thoughts and feelings become public.

We've become a world of "over-sharers".  We think everyone needs to know everything about us.  I figure this must be part of the Andy Warhol, fifteen-minutes-of-fame problem.  Problem?  That's right – problem.  Is it generational?  In my opinion, yes, for the most part.

Never mind the fact that I've read several articles related to this app in which the "makers" (sorry, I couldn't help myself) claim they've done everything they can to make it secure.  Their sincerity notwithstanding, I don't care.  Do not put your personal thoughts on your device.  Period!

Think of it this way.  Confession iApp = Diary.  Your future is a hell (sorry, did it again) of a lot more valuable than $1.99.